Hellow readers, I'm back! Warning, this is all smut, the next chapter will resume the story. Thanks for reading!

Flushed with drink, they took a cab back to his place. Deidara couldn't seem to be able to control his wandering hands. Emmie wasn't discouraging him either. She let his slide his hand up her thigh while she rubbed her calf against his. Drawing on the liquor he consumed for courage, he leaned in for a kiss. Pleasantly, she allowed it and kissed him back. Clearing his throat, the cabbie waited for them to leave.

In his apartment, he didn't let his mouth leave hers at all. His hand tangled in her soft hair now cascading down her back. Deidara slipped a hand between her thighs, feeling her wetness. At his touch Emmie withdrew slightly. "Deidara, no. I don't want to go all the way," she said, her eyes conflicted. He nodded in understanding, technically she was still engaged.

"Don't worry, just enjoy yourself," he hummed, descending until he was kneeling on the ground. Deidara grabbed Emmie's hips to balance her as he slipped one of her legs over his shoulder. Moving her thong to one side, he growled, "Fuck, you have such a pretty pussy."

Wasting no time, he latched onto her clit, alternating between sucking and licking. Her taste was incredible-uniquely feminine and musky, it drew him in for more. Deidara gripped her firm ass and nipped the smooth skin of her inner thigh teasingly. Glancing up, he saw Emmie closing her eyes in pleasure, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was close, he could tell.

Deidara thrust his tongue in and out of her soft walls, enjoying the way she was starting to shake in his hold. Emmie gripped his hair and tried to press him closer to her center. Deidara used his teeth to nibble her clit, providing even more stimulation. With a sigh of his name, Emmie arched in pleasure and came in his mouth. Deidara lapped at her walls until she shied away from oversensitivity.

Looking up, Deidara took in her flushed face, her pretty swollen lips, and her gray eyes now almost black with desire. All because of him. Deidara felt a savage sort of satisfaction at her state and wanted to claim her so completely, she would forget about her dumb fiancé. His throbbing arousal brought him back to the present.

Deidara stood, sliding her leg back down and led Emmie back to the couch. With one hand, he undid his trousers while still kissing her lips. Grabbing her slim hand, he drew it up to his mouth and dusted a kiss on her knuckles before guiding her hand to his cock. Emmie took her cue and wrapped her hand around him and started stroking him slowly.

"Just the head," Deidara rasped, covering her hand with his own and showed her the places that gave him the greatest pleasure. He leaned his head back and Emmie kissed his neck while giving him the greatest handjob of his life. She twisted her wrist and alternated the pressure in her fingers. The slow glide was keeping him just on the edge of oblivion and he couldn't help thrusting gently into her hand.

"Use your mouth, please," he begged but Emmie looked away and shook her head. Accepting he decision, he nodded and gripped her hand with his own and started stroking harder and faster. Their hands were slick with his precum and for some reason, the image of Emmie's blue lacquered nails around his dick make him spill and he made her continue stroking him through his orgasm. Pleasure raced through him, making his eyes close. He felt as if he was exploding inside. The pleasure receded and opening his eyes again, he turned to see Emmie staring at him.

He gave her a weak smile and slid his cum covered hand from hers. Emmie smiled hesitantly back. "Stay," he whispered.